This was the first time Ge Guanting had seen this kind of reading and discussion. He passed the provincial examination at the age of thirteen and became the first person to be elected in Liushui Town. He was certainly a young talent in the local area.

When he saw this situation, he was naturally very interested, his poetry was undercurrent, and he was still eager to try it out. He stared at these scholars with his eyes, but in his ears he could only hear the scholars' shocking remarks and obscure ancient sayings.

Each of these poets was standing around the table with great aura, great talent, and high spirits. He saw a scholar, who was already in his thirties. He strolled to the middle.

I saw that this man was full of heaven, handsome in appearance, handsome in appearance, with a noble scholar's hair tied in a turban and a flowing turban. He was really a handsome and talented man.

He said to the older literati in his thirties: "I have heard that Brother Lu Zhi once wrote a poem called "Treading on the Shasha". This poem is quite good. Shao You likes it very much. It is worthy of being written by Huang Xiaoshulang.

Hand!"

After hearing this, Ge Guanting muttered in a low voice:

"Near the water, peaches bloom, and plum blossoms grow against the wall. The poplars grow and the wind sheds their green tails. There is wine in my heart to celebrate the spring, and I am looking for a place without worries.

Tomorrow comes again, and the fallen flowers are like silk. The bananas are gradually spreading and the monkeys are blooming. If you want to write down your thoughts, send them to God, and teach people to grow drunk in front of the flowers."

After chanting, he looked at the young man with admiration, and saw that the young man had a short beard, eyes like lanterns, thick eyebrows like willows, a body like a jade tree, thick lips and a wide mouth, and eyes like two lightning stars.

Flames flickered in his pupils, and Ge Guanting thought to himself: "This person could not be Mr. Huang Luzhi, Yuzhang Huang."

Before he could think about it, he saw another younger scholar writing quickly and magnificently on the white paper like flowing clouds and flowing water:

"The willows in the West City are making spring soft, leaving me sad and unable to hold back my tears. I still remember how sentimental we were when we returned to the boat. What happened on the red bridge in the blue field that day, no one was there, and the water flowed empty.

Time is not reserved for young people. Hate is long, when will it rest? As soon as the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, as soon as I go up the stairs, I feel like the spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and many sorrows."

After Huang Luzhi looked at the words on the white paper, he struck each other with his palms, making a "pop" sound, and praised: "Time is not reserved for young people, hate is long, when will it rest, the years are gone, the fame has not been achieved, and the sorrow is

I couldn't stop crying, but I didn't expect Shaoyou Xiandi's poems to be naturally pure and clear, with good intentions and long charm. Brother Yu admired him."

Qin Shaoyou shook his head faintly and said: "How dare you try to do anything in front of Mr. Huang? If Qin is really talented, if he can become a high school Jinshi tomorrow and rank among the top three, he will live up to the false reputation of being talented."

Ge Guanting also shook his head and blurted out: "Talent and excellence are not official standards. Poems and songs are just to express inner feelings, not as a tool to fight for fame and fortune. If Brother Qin is talented, he doesn't need those false names.

Confirmed." As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar, and everyone turned their attention to this young and innocent young man.

Huang Luzhi looked at Ge Guanting back and forth, and said with profound meaning: "My little brother must also be taking part in the imperial examination tomorrow. How can he understand this at such a young age?"

Bai Shaohua's mentality of not leaving anything for his youth. Sometimes fame and fortune just want to give him a chance to prove himself. Otherwise, after decades of studying hard in a cold window, wouldn't he just want to serve the court? You know Jing Ke, he is a knight.

, If you don’t display your martial arts skills, how can you be famous through the ages?”

"Mr. Huang, you are wrong. Knights and scholars are just grains of dust. It does not take eternal fame to prove the skills they have learned, but they have a heart of kindness and friendship. In fact, everyone does not know Jing Ke's martial arts, but

Knowing that he died for assassinating Qin, and his promise to Yan Zidan, a gentleman commits suicide for his promise. This is an act of a man. No matter how high the martial arts skills, no matter how talented he is, if he has selfish interests in mind, even if he is full of strategies, he will eventually harm the country and the people. Let Enke give it a try

, it’s just a display of talent. If he serves as an official in the dynasty, is greedy for life and neglects righteousness, values ​​profits over promises, and behaves immorally, he will be the target of verbal and written criticism from the common people and even future generations. Guanting believes that a gentleman should be virtuous rather than virtuous.

Learned stuff."

As soon as this statement came out, all the scholars were shocked. This statement was such a shocking statement that it could not help but receive the pandering and support of the people watching on the spot. They heard the applause from the crowd and said in unison: "What did this young man say?" good!"

Huang Luzhi and Qin Shaoyou looked at each other and nodded. Qin Shaoyou asked: "You have such unique insights and amazing ambitions at a young age. If you can go to high school in the future, Shaoyou will be sincerely convinced. I am my brother Qin Guan, also known as Shaoyou." May I ask what you call this brother?"

Ge Guanting responded with a scholarly salute and said: "I am not talented. My surname is Ge, my given name is Yin, my courtesy name is Guanting."

"Ge Yin, it turns out that this is Brother Ting's name. Why hasn't he ever said it? What does that word mean?" Leng Xiaoshuang asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Di Yin said sternly: "Although Ge Yin is Guanting's name, Uncle Ge never lets anyone call him that name. He said that he can only tell others when Ge Mutou becomes worthy of this name. His name is Ge Yin. It has the same sound as my Di Yin's seal. This is our fate as brothers. Guanting is the Chinese character. Don't those scholars all have their own Chinese characters? The name Guanting seems to have been acquired when Ge Mutou was five years old. It means "Guanting". The sun is striking the rainbow, and the pavilion is also upright."

Leng Xiaoshuang couldn't help but joked: "It's not bad that Monkey Di can remember such elegant words. It's amazing!"

Di Yin rolled his eyes at him and didn't say anything. Xiao Hongxian secretly said happily for some reason: "The sun scares the rainbow, and the pavilion is also leiran. Hehe, the rainbow scares me. It's destined to be with me. In fact, the name Ge Yin is It looks more grand. I really don’t know what old man Ge is doing. This is obviously his own son, and he is not even allowed to use this name. What kind of father? I feel sorry for the nerd Guanting. Ge Yin, I like this name. "

Xiao Yinyin whispered: "Ge Yin! Ge Guanting!"

"Brother Ge Yin is young and it is rare to be so outstanding. Come discuss poetry and write lyrics with us together." Qin Shaoyou said.

One of the scholars among them laughed and said: "Then how about we make a pair? Let me talk about the upper pair and ask you, my dear friends, to pair the lower pairs. Spring is always full of purple and red, and the swallows have passed. I know it!"

"If it weren't for autumn, the leaves would have fallen, oooooooooo~" Ge Guanting, who was full of thoughts, was eager to speak quickly and answered first.

Qin Shaoyou came out and said: "The moon is now waning, like the human heart, with tears filling the heart."

When Ge Guanting saw everyone thinking hard, he accidentally responded: "The dust outside the window is like water, and the ripples capture tears."

Another scholar was quite unconvinced and asked: "It's so awesome, I really don't believe it. What do you think about this sentence: It seems that the style is full of resentment, but the heart is sad and full of hope."

"When I go to the hall to hate Youlian, I can't help but relax my eyebrows! Is that right?"

There was a burst of applause, and Huang Luzhi smiled and said: "Good couple, good couple, little brother Guanting, good couple, my brother Huang Tingjian, courtesy name Luzhi, just thought of a couple, you are right: wandering in the last days." In the last days, love waits for the winter and winter waits for the love.”

Ge Guanting nodded and said ecstatically: "Sir, this couple is so good, let me think about it, well, the sorrow of the flowing water is broken by the sorrow of the flowing water, the summer is filled with resentment, the summer is shaken, the summer is hidden, the ugly couple is showing off, I don't know What do you think, sir?"

Huang Luzhi nodded frequently and said warmly: "Yes, yes, it's really neat, not lacking in charm, quite profound, and wonderful." As he spoke, he pinched the mustache on his upper lip, thought for a moment, and then said: "If you are good at pairing words, you are not as good as Brother Ge. No matter how generous your calligraphy is, how about your ability to compose poems based on Jing Ke just now?"

Ge Guanting was not afraid. He nodded and bowed. He walked to the table and dipped his hair in ink. His mind was sharp and his pen followed the movement of the spirit. He walked like a dragon on the white paper and spoke eloquently.

In cursive script, write a poem titled Yi Shuihan:

"Yi Shuihan

The sky is full of justice, the sword flies at a hundred steps, and the cold wind rustles the song.

The picture is poor and the dagger is full of ambition, but there is no way to return, and the hatred is buried in a foreign land.

The Yi water is like ice, the swallow is like iron, and it is difficult to see the Northern Hebei Dan.

A river sweeps away flags and flags, heroes shed tears, and greatness shines brightly."

When he finished his writing, his handwriting was sharp and full, full of strength and momentum, with an erratic and erratic shape.

Everyone looked at the calligraphy and admired the article. The handwriting was elegant, round and round, and had the charm of a calligrapher's royal style. They all exclaimed in shock, and Huang Luzhi was also deeply surprised.

He looked at the font and kept nodding. He looked at Ge Guanting with admiration and did not hesitate to praise: "The breeze comes out of the sleeves and the bright moon enters the arms. This word is wonderful. The writing is majestic, heroic and ambitious, and more than tragic. This word is also difficult to describe."

Praise it with a wonderful word!"

Qin Shaoyou was stunned and admired this young man greatly. He gave a thumbs up and said: "Brother Ge will definitely be among the top three in this year's imperial examination."
Chapter completed!